Spinning Around and Around

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This is a creepypasta and is a work of fiction. A new cafe opened a short walk from my office. I decided to try it out although I wasn't much for eating lunch and would usually sit outside during the half hour break smoking a cigarette. As I walked to the cafe I noticed a light coming from a building that I had always assumed was empty. It never had any cars in the parking lot and was dark most of the time. Looking up I could make out a figure that stood at the window for a moment and then seemed to go up and then drop down with a snap and begin to spin in mid-air. I stood, trying to wrap my head around what I had seen. Had someone just hung themselves? Surely, I must have been imagining it. Suddenly I wished I was sitting on the bench outside of my office smoking a cigarette. I forced myself to look again and there was nothing, only the dark inside the abandoned building. The cafe seemed nice enough. The décor was simple yet pleasant. The waitress was quick to bring me a menu and a tall glass of water. I ordered the club sandwich and a piece of apple pie. I was surprised when the cook brought the food out himself. He presented the food and stood nodding, waiting for me to take a bite. As uncomfortable as it made me being watched while I ate, I obliged in hopes he would go back to the kitchen. I gave him the thumbs up and thought about having a cigarette. More than anything, I wanted a cigarette. The cook left and went back into the kitchen. I had no appetite but I kept on eating for fear he'd come back out and ask me why I didn't like his food. I just couldn't bring myself to eat the pie. I paid the tab and left. That night I couldn't stop thinking about that body spinning around and around in the light. I finally convinced myself I had been seeing things and fell into a trouble sleep. In the morning I was greeted by my secretary who I could see was itching to tell me of some news. “Did you hear what happened?” She asked. “What?” “Last night the cook at the new cafe hung himself in that empty building.” She said. “Hung himself over someone not eating a piece of pie. Can you imagine such a thing?” I felt sick. “They said his body was still spinning around and around when the police got there.”